Heart Fragment

Dad Why Are You This?

"Day!" I'm yelling. Chasing his footsteps away. "Nayla stop!" I tried to line him up. He still keeps moving.

Passing the sidewalk of the city of Bandung full of pedestrians. Suddenly I was worried, because many pairs of eyes were looking at us. Me and Nayla, just like a couple fighting, and I'm the guy who begged my girl to come back. Oh, my God, we're not dating.

"Day!" Anxious, I grabbed his hand. Restrain the girl from walking faster. He stopped, shook my hand and rubbed the corners of his eyes that were still wet.

"I'm sorry" I said later. Maybe this way he'll melt. Because indeed, my sentence was too demeaning earlier. I shouldn't have brought that up.

"We'd better end it, ma'am. The money I returned," he said, and I again felt guilty.

"No, it was in agreement yesterday" I said. "Or, would you like to add more to our second deal?" Tanyaku later.

"No!" He looked at me, his gaze as if to judge that I was degrading him again.

"Don't misunderstand."

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The days are getting busier, the demand for goods orders is incessantly coming. Thank God you can always fulfill the customer's wishes. This afternoon I will be home late, there is an urgent order to be sent immediately. Preparing five thousand pieces of key chains from the skin, takes a lot of time.

Scroll clock in hand, it's four o'clock in the afternoon and I'm still stuck in the store at the moment. I could be late like this. But the job can not stay, there are consequences if this item I do not select first. First complain customers, both of our web ratings will decrease because of customer comments, third of course big profits can be reduced. Because most dissatisfied customers will no longer take from our place. Especially if he's an agent or reseller. Trust is a priority right now.

"Not come home?" Bagas patted my shoulder. He just got out of his office. He had a new leather bag design project. Basic, diluted brain is the same as my brain different capacity.

"Oblow," I said as I sorted the key chains.

"Said there's an agenda this afternoon? If you want to go home first. Let me be like this one, ma'am," said Bagas. I looked at him, and he smiled convincingly.

"Really?"

"Not believing?" He raised his eyebrows. My cousin is understanding. Why is he too good, if it continues like this somehow I will be able to repay all his kindness.

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[Where?] I sent a message to Nayla. After returning from the shop, I headed straight to where we used to meet.

[On the road, wait a minute.] I read a reply from him. Thankfully, he kept his promise.

I smiled, then put the device in my pants pocket. Enjoy the cool air before dusk. The weather is exactly the same. Just like back then, when I saved that girl named Nayla in her desperation.

Then, where will they stay? Suddenly I imagined spirits that would appear in ghost movies. Aish, why fantasize like this.

"Come, Mas, I'm ready" Nayla said as she arrived before me. She looks more beautiful, with a long skirt in light green, as well as a long dress patterned with flowers. Her veil was wrapped around her head in such a way. Even though she only uses powder, she looks pretty.

If only she were not a comfort woman, there might be many new possibilities ahead. One of them, being my wife's candidate for real. Haah, ngibul!

She's not my criterion, she's definitely not a virgin either. Whoever the young man, will definitely expect to the original partner. I do too, emm, you know. Like yesterday, the criteria.

"Ok," I replied as I walked towards the car.

Vehicle looks like a traffic. The streets of this big city are always jammed. Fortunately I'm used to it, and I don't mind things like this. Nayla looks the same. Scroll from the tail of my eyes, he just focused on enjoying the streets.

Less than half an hour we arrived. "You, don't get too close to Mama, I don't want to have a lot of disappointment going on" I reminded, before we set foot on the porch.

"Ok," he answered briefly without a single look. Hey, is that my dialogue?

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As soon as the foot stepped into the front door that had opened. Suddenly a hard blow landed right in my face. And I'm not ready to fight at all.

"Devan!!!!" I heard the screams of mama screaming. I fell backwards, grimacing in pain. Who would have dared to attack me inside my own house like this.

"Basic of a useless child!" Both hands grabbed my shirt collar, pulled up, forced me to look up.

That cruel face was staring at me. The face that I had memorized was perfectly correct, recorded in my brain memory automatically. The face of the man*******that is none other than my own father. Woah, he managed to sniff out our whereabouts apparently.

I smiled mockingly. Let him be content to finish his anger. Even now, I have no intention of fighting back. The lion was ready to go into his own confinement.

"This can be discussed well! stop, don't be like this!" mamah approaching. He even held the man's leg.

"Mah!" I snapped. Not willing if my old woman had to beg this man who had hurt her.

"Nay, get Mamah inside!" My word.

"But, Mas?" Nayla confusion. Ah, she doesn't know anything either. How can I understand.

"Hurry up!" I'm glaring. Tell him to go inside with Mom. Because after this, I just want to make this guy beat me up even more.